Why do you sleep around son mother asked My mother asked me. Since she left you all you do is sleep around. why don't you find a nice lady and settle down. I answer her softly I find comfort in the lost hours between today and yesterday. I find comfort in the smell of Sunday morning bacon and eggs being cooked by a stranger. in the kind whispers that drown out the cacophony of memories. sometimes it's the softness of a woman's breast or the melting of our heartbeats beating like jungle drums. or just the touch of her fingertips. that defibrillates my lonely heart. sometimes Mama spaceship earth fly's way too fast. and I need to get of it.